“Becoming the new feminine ideal requires just the right combination of insecurity, exercise, bulimia, and surgery.” - G. B. Trudeau Recently I have been posting a lot of selfies. And I mean A LOT. Sometimes I post them because I am genuinely feeling fabulous, and sometimes I post them because I am not. A... Continue Reading →

Being sad bloody sucks. It's that dull, achy feeling that knawes away at your stomach, and sometimes physically makes your heart feel sore. It's constant, and it sometimes feels inescapable and even the greatest of friends and most wonderfully made cups of tea cannot take the pain away. There isn't a pill that can cure... Continue Reading →

This morning started out a little rough. I felt lost and an inescapable anxiety was increasingly gnawing away at my stomach. I put on some classical music (after trying some Nelly and Fleetwood Mac to no avail), and then tried to do a few star jumps and figure out what the hell I was feeling.... Continue Reading →

"Under certain circumstances failing, losing, forgetting, unmaking, undoing, unbecoming, not knowing may in fact offer more creative, more cooperative, more surprising ways of being in the world even as it forces us to face the dark side of life, love and libido" – Judith Halberstam, The Queer Art of Failure. Recently the term failure has... Continue Reading →

You know that you have issues when you Google "How to Stop Being a Jealous Cow" and "How to Feel Confident Again" and are confronted with a list of articles that are already highlighted in purple. It's ground hog day and you have been here before. You also know it's a common and very human... Continue Reading →

This is a perfect and simple lasagna dish for one (queue the Bridget Jones Intro Scene where she is drinking a lot of wine and whaling to 'All By Myself'). But good food is also always best shared, so I would also recommend this for a simple dinner party. Perhaps even as a... Continue Reading →

“After nourishment, shelter and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world.” - Philip Pullman. My grandmother is a wonderful and amazing woman. She does incredibly sweet things for me such as coming to my flat after I have had a birthday party to help me clean up the sangria induced chaos... Continue Reading →

I must confess that I did not actually make my basil pesto, goats cheese and tomato bruschetta (Brew-Sket-tah) this weekend. After a week of frantic thesis writing and teaching, I was feeling lazy and my weekend consisted of all the carbs, all the pizza and all the wine. I even had pasta for breakfast one... Continue Reading →

I stumbled upon a little something I wrote last year and was once again reminded about the ways in which life is all about the ebb and flow. One day life feels marvellous, you're on cloud 9 and you feel like you're really working that A-game and the next day you feel (and look) like... Continue Reading →